Come and look what I bring in
in this blend of music and words,
it’s the song that inspired the
longing that I felt last night.
It’s voice of tango modulated in every corner
by one who lives under the spell of an emotion;
I want to sing for this tune
that is ever so sweet and captivating.

Surrounded by the illusion, I listened to it last night,
the emotion compounded by things of yesterday,
the house where I was born,
the grate and the vine arbor,
the old merry go around and the rose bush.
Its accent is the song of sentimental voice,
its rhythm is the beat that lives in my city,
it does not have pretension,
it does not want to be indecent
it’s name is tango and nothing else.

This emotion I’m bringing
it was born in my voice loaded with nostalgia,
I feel a pounding of rebellion
when they disguise its verses to this tune.
If it is so humble and simple in its beats
why writing a bad example in each phrase?
With what is left of emotion
it’s very easy to reach the heart.

Surrounded by the illusion, I listened to it last night,
the emotion compounded by things of yesterday,
the house where I was born,
the grate and the vine arbor,
the old merry go around and the rose bush.
Its accent is the song of sentimental voice,
its rhythm is the beat that lives in my city,
it does not have pretension,
it does not want to be indecent
it’s name is tango and nothing else.